26 September 2010

Mail Mouse

Bringing me good news. I hope!
I don't feel like paying electricity bills, no no... Thank you, merci, gracias!

Who Do You Want To Be?

"Who do you want to be today?
Who do you want to be?
Who do you want to be today?
Do you want to be just like someone on T.V.?

Oh boredom is so terrible, it's like a dread disease
Nothing could be worse
Than when there's nothing on T.V.
I'd rather be a cowboy than to stare blank at the walls
I've been reborn so many times
I can't remember them all (and I say)

Who do you want to be today?
Who do you want to be?
Who do you want to be today?
Do you want to be just like someone on T.V.?

(Just like someone on T.V.?!)

I think I'll be a teddy boy, I think I'll be a hunk
I think I'll be a tough guy and I think I'll be a punk
I might just be a fashion star
All dressed in frilly rags
Or perhaps I'll cross the other side
And walk around in Drag!

Who do you want to be today?
Who do you want to be?
Who do you want to be today?
Do you want to be just like someone on T.V.?

(Just like someone on T.V.?!)

Do you like to be just like a rock
In the middle of the sea
Do you want to suffer by yourself
In a pool of blissful misery
Do you want to feel like a saint in artists' clothes
With a rosary in your hand
Do you wanna be crazy like Van Gogh like a
Stranger in a strange, strange land

Would you rather push the buttons
And be feared by all humanity?
Or perhaps you'd like to be a bum
Do you wanna be stupid, just like me!


I said this before, and I say it again.
They are one of my main inspirations for EVERYTHING!

My sweet sweet Oingo Boingo
A Danny's still making awesome movie soundtracks, thank you!

25 September 2010

Here's a Little Digression

I elaborated this strange theory with a friend about the new phenomenon called "Fusion Food", Which is basically cooking food in any way you like, mixing styles and making strange ingredient combination you never though would taste good together.

Our theory was that those silly mixes were inspired by pregnant women's cravings. So they would keep them all in a large barn, each in her own cell compartment, waiting for them to crave some silly food combination like a banana pizza, and then make a recipe out of it.

Apparently it's working.

22 September 2010

Falling In Me


When I don't know what to say I go Oh!
Maybe I twist my head a little. Left or right, it depends, it has different meanings, I am very subliminal, I may be plotting to rule the world with a head twist and you just don't know it.

These last nights were strange, right before I fall asleep, when I'm turning in bed, I get the feeling I'm falling.
It just happens.
I get very scared because I think I'll hit the ground and get hurt, then I get relieved to find I'm laying in my bed. I don't wake up because I wasn't really asleep, this all happens in a semi-conscious state, it's weird and it never happened before.

I'm basically falling into myself, this sounds like a metaphor for something.

19 September 2010

Hurray for Decay

Oh, and I just found an Edward Gorey kind of artist:
All... In french!

Could Keep On Forever

Ahh, look at my latest great idea, never though before by the human race, so great it makes your head spin around, it's big big big, but hard to accomplish successfully.

Making a movie
about making a movie
about making a movie
about making a movie
about making a movie
about making a movie
about making a movie
about making a movie
about making a movie
so on...
so forth...

18 September 2010

I Wish They Would Just Fly Away

I'm trying hard to kill a fly that is flapping its wings near my Mac. I'm clapping away into the atmosphere. I'm missing again and again, which makes me look like an asshole giving a random applause to something. Maybe I'm applauding my failed attempt of squashing the little bugger.

Someone is laughing hard outside, as if this person knows I'm here very occupied being owned and humiliated... Crazy, stupid, mischievous flies.

Why are they attracted to this Steve Jobs creation?
Mac heat? Is it different from Windows heat?
Should we make a test just to check this theory?

We Can't Live Without Public Waterclosets

I was talking to a friend of mine and we ended up reaching a strange, curious question.
She said that when she was slightly drunk, and went to the bathroom, peeing usually makes her feel a little more sober. It makes her feel better and more conscious.
I never though of that, but I wrote it down in my notebook so I could make a little research. Thet reminder note was later found by another friend, while we were enjoying lunch, completely out of context: "Does going to the bathroom makes you more sober".

I made my research but I could only find unverified answers, here was one I found interesting, because it was the only one that talked about loss of alcohol through urine:

We lose about 5% of alcohol through urine. I think that the feeling of urination just frees our minds to think on other things and relax but no major "sobering affect is realized. As soon as you consume alcohol, it enters the bloodstream. The Blood-Brain layer is the lining of epithelial cells that lie near the blood capillaries. Alcohol enters this layer within 30 seconds from its entry into the blood. When this happens, it interferes with nerve cell communication, blurs your vision and disrupts your speech. Five percent of alcohol that was absorbed by the blood gets out of the body through urine. Alcohol interferes with the release of vasopressin, a hormone that aids the kidneys in conserving fluid in our body by concentrating the urine expelled. The average time taken for the expulsion of alcohol via urine is 20 minutes. But long term use of alcohol upsets the fluid balance in our body resulting in the clogging of waste within the body which in turn proves to be the cause of renal failure, heart attacks and brain damage.

12 September 2010


Sometimes my mood wave becomes a tsunami.
And, in times like that, I just want to do

06 September 2010

Fat is Good

When I eat my slice of bread,
I like my butter well spread:
It has to fill
its entire surface.

Isn't it sad?
Without butter till the borders.
A buttered bread will
always be useless